I rang my mother to thank her for giving birth to me and she said, "What choice had I? You were in there, how else were you going to get out?

What doesn't kill us makes us funnier.

Not only was he not mad, but he was a musician, and my favorite men had always been musicians or writers or anything that involved the creative process and behaving like tortured artists. ... I found financial insecurity a great aphrodisiac.

why can't we love the right people? what is so wrong with us that we rush into situations to which we are manifestly unsuited, which will hurt us and others? why are we given emotions which we cannot control and which move in exact contradiction to what we really want? we are walking conflicts, internal battles on legs.

I'm quite introverted but I'm not shy.

I think denial's fascinating. It's a jokey word, but it really happens, and sometimes in enormous ways.

It was only when the salt water of my tears ran into my cuts and made them sting that I discovered I was crying.